For They Know Not

Let that anger roll off your heart,

The intent was not to make you suffer,

Was not to be a fool,

Was not sprouted from a wicked soul,

But a fog, a path blotted out by gray,

Wanderings which led to this pained place,

Have you not lost yourself on this long road,

Are you blameless, never once feeling the sting of life,

If that be the case, you know well and better than I,

That wrath leads to a raised rock in a field,

And seven times seven, we’ll pass that curse.